CURRENT ISSUE 10/1/02 Front Page Weekly Features Advice from Strangers Ain't That America? To-Do List: Randy Moss Moth's Diary News from Travistan Movie Corner Globetrotting with Push Info Archives Crap Shop Who's at Fault? Contact Us! Aye, mateys! Get you some Daily Probe booty!	Daily Probe Movie Review by Preston Fillagre   The Banger Sisters As Laing says, the self we are with others is not the self we are alone. This investigation of the interpersonally created persona contra the face we behold only in the mirror of our own minds is wrought with journeyman workmanship, in that as film it needs must rely on the visual medium of communication. Wordlessness would be the choice of most directors, but we are given instead a cacophony from her companion as enervating as it is bathetic. Delusions and pretenses are debunked and punctured as the main character sheds her cocoon of respectability for, if not a grand lepidopterous monarch, at least a promising pupa. Shiny baubles of slapstick and farce are relentlessly combed, while subtler, more delicate nautili lie ignored on the same beach. It should come as no surprise that the most pervasive waiting-line comment one overhears, in homage to Horatio contemplating the skull of Yorick, is the simple phrase, "Banger? I hardly knew her."
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